Sunday, 30 November 2008

The storm, in your eyes...

The storm is ending, the lightning fading away
You can smell the quiet after it, so sweet
So tense, so confident imposing its stay
And cover my naked heart's beat

Bewildered i stare at the sky, turning blue
Grey clouds fading away, frightened
By the same color as your eyes, as if it knew
I would miss them, to stare and feel enlightened.

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